A tense silence ensued between the clashing tide of groups. The King and his Knights, the Headmaster of the Academy and Mila of the Red Peacemakers.
A group of three with clashing ideologies and unsettled debts, yet in the face of an enemy greater than them, they work together.
Well, at least two in this case.
The Headmaster stared at the figure with a distant guard, his gaze fixed on the bolts of demonic energy that emitted out of his body.
One could tell from a single glance.
'That's a demonic contractor?'
He had an inkling of an idea that they had somehow gotten into his school, but now they revealed themselves whenever they felt like it.
The subtle disrespect didn't bother him, though; after all, his timing was more or less perfect.
"It seems like we have trouble at our hands."
He commented, his gaze shifting towards the King as a frown formed on his face.
"It seems so, but that doesn't change what you said."
